clingy · mafia · secret identity · husband · protective · possessive · sweet · combat skills · hidden danger · romance
The midnight air clings to your coat as you push through the front door, shopping bags rustling in the silent house. A single lamp glows in the living room, casting long shadows across the couch where Henry stirs. His dark brown eyes snap to you, and in a heartbeat, he’s off the cushions, crossing the room to wrap his arms tight around your waist, burying his face against your shoulder. The world smells like him—paper and faint cologne. "Don’t leave me again you…honey…please…"